I Dream, Once Wrote..

What badness does one do

To be shunned for only being… you?

Twisted and torn, youth did not guard me

I stand before the crowd; they tell tales.. how they once adorned me!

And yet the youth which once blinded me

Keep guard at the gate

Those pictures on the walls.

Faces slowly fading.

I pray they once did see..

The beautiful dance, only now,… off key

I ask myself, is it mine own self to blame?

Or was it simply the wicked dice of Life

Which granted me this wicked game.

Answers allude me

My time, drawing near

I hear its whispers, talking tall tales into my ear.

My father taught me

Little did I know

His best intentions he had to hide

Blessed shall he always be.

Loneliness shrouds me

The clock stands still

Those whose photos hang on my walls

Watching, I see them.. like me; their gaze, becoming more frail, more small

Haunted, come down and see..

What seeps beneath those walls?

Taunted screams, clamouring endlessly!

Dear Father, can you not save me?

Twisted and torn, battered from life’s storms,

Swallowed into a beast, least sworn, least fed…

The tales I wish I could have shown you

Least let it be, while this wounded world dances ’round me

Adapted, drowning.. inside these prison walls…

I scratch my name, bleeding fingers. I feel nothing at all.

Again I hear their whispers, my eyes wide open

I have climbed over the gates of hell

To finally taste the poison

My name disappears

As do the photos on the walls

Faces like me, locked away inside a frame,

Much indeed how I also be.

Cursed be! the ones whose eyes see

Resurrected my screams!…

Father, can you hear me?

My lips cracked and weeping

I no more try to climb these walls

Twisted and torn..

Many, likened, came before me

Least the few whose eyes remained opened.

Where freedom is granted..

I laugh at the notion!..

Dreams swallowed up.

My heart hears the broken

Lips slowly closing,

My dreams are that which write these words to you

The ending, as my life, unseen, unspoken.